Ten Fiends' Treasured Arts

Shi Lin entered his spiritual sea.

What met his eyes was a blue-black ocean. Shi Lin floated on the "water surface," and before him lay a silver runic scripture and a segment of golden runes.

This golden rune must be the second chapter of the Indestructible Scripture.

But what is this silver scripture? Let me see!

Shi Lin picked up the scripture and studied it for a while.

What? This is the Qilin Precious Technique, one of the Ten Archaic Evils, the Qilin.

The complete inherited technique of the Qilin, one of the Ten Evils—a peerless, top-tier precious technique. It is also one of the innate techniques of the Six-Crown King Ning Chuan. It usually manifests as divine markings on his forehead, once mistaken for dragon markings, and appeared when he fought Shi Hao, who had forcibly intruded into the lightning tribulation to seize the lightning tribulation liquid while Ning Chuan was undergoing the Divine King Tribulation. When unleashed, the force of the fist is vast and terrifyingly boundless. A white Qilin emerges, roaring with the movement of the technique, possessing the aura of a king and a peerless presence, Shi Lin muttered to himself.

Qilin Precious Technique: One of the ten great secret techniques created by the supreme being who severed the ages. It contains four supreme ultimate skills: Qilin Step, Qilin Fist, Qilin Foot, and Qilin Mark. By activating all four forms, one can summon the phantom of a Qilin!

I've struck gold! I've struck gold! Shi Lin was incredibly excited; anyone else would be the same.

Shi Lin calmed his emotions, memorized the text on the scripture, put it away, and then looked at the golden runes.

It really is the second chapter of the Indestructible Scripture!

This segment of runes had many similarities to the first chapter of the Indestructible Scripture, but it was far more profound and complex.

Shi Lin nodded and committed it to memory.

Shi Lin opened his eyes and exited his spiritual sea.

The harvest this time is bountiful; I must practice well, Shi Lin muttered to himself, then entered meditation.

He did not become overly excited because of this; he knew his strength was still not enough.

Several hundred miles away from Stone Village, a group from the village had hunted their way here.

"Where have we arrived? We must be six or seven hundred miles from the village by now. Hey, there is smoke rising over the mountain," Er Meng pointed ahead.

Huzi rolled his eyes and said, "Is your home's cooking smoke that thick and pungent? You can see it from across a mountain; that's a fire. Let's go, let's take a look."

A dozen Unicorns rushed up the mountain terrain like a silver whirlwind, peering through the branches of ancient trees toward the valley below, and they were immediately shocked.

It was a village of over two hundred households, but at this moment, every house had been set ablaze, with flames soaring into the sky and black smoke billowing.

There were no cries for help in the village; apart from the raging fire and thick smoke, it was deathly silent.

"Look!" Da Zhuang pointed into the distance.

On the horizon, a massive figure was moving away, along with some people riding fierce beasts, holding blood-stained blades, and retreating. Even from this distance, one could feel a heavy, murderous aura.

"Who are those people? Did they destroy this village?" Da Zhuang and the others were shocked, feeling a chill.

Little One remained silent, staring at the massive figure. It was a fierce beast with runes flickering on its body, surrounded by a group of people, and it was treated with great reverence. He felt that it looked very much like a Sacrificial Spirit.

Not until the fierce beast and the group disappeared did the children look at each other.

"Let's go down and take a look."

They rode their Unicorns and charged down. As soon as they approached the village, they smelled a pungent stench of blood. As they moved forward, the sight before them was too horrific to behold.

Corpse after corpse lay in pools of blood. There were white-haired elders with their heads severed and tossed by the roadside, and even infants in swaddling clothes had been slaughtered along with their mothers.

"So vicious! They didn't even spare the elderly and children!"

The group of children felt their bodies turn cold and were filled with immense rage. How could people be so inhumane, cruelly killing even women, children, the elderly, and the weak who had no ability to resist? What was it for?

Some children's eyes turned red, and they couldn't help but shed tears.

"What kind of people are they? How could they do such a thing?"

The fire raged, and all the buildings were ignited. In the east of the village, there had been a fierce resistance from a group of able-bodied men, but they had all been dismembered and died miserably, their weapons broken.

"Ah, this is the village's Sacrificial Spirit; it has been killed," a child exclaimed.

In the center of the village, there was an altar, and beside it lay a giant beast resembling a lion, but it had eight legs and a pair of black horns on its head. It was covered in blood, lying by the altar, with half of its body eaten away, and the original Treasure Bone inside was also gone.

"The fierce beast that just left ate half of its body," the children were horrified. A Sacrificial Spirit had actually become food.

The fire in the village soared to the sky, and even the streets were scorched hot. The Unicorns were becoming restless and did not want to stay here.

Suddenly, a faint groan came from somewhere. It was a white-haired old man whose stomach had been sliced open, with blood and intestines spilling all over the ground, yet he had not breathed his last.

"Old man!"

The children jumped off their Unicorns and hurriedly crouched down to check his injuries, only to feel their hearts sink—with such heavy wounds, he could not possibly survive.

"I hate this... those people were too cruel... they didn't even spare the babies only a few months old, slaughtering our entire village," the old man wailed.

Not far away, there were several children who had been brutally smashed to death on the ground; it was unbearable to look at, cruel to the point of being hair-raising.

"Who are they, and why did they do this?" Huzi asked.

"A group of fierce bandits who suddenly appeared. They came once before to demand black gold. The deadline arrived, and we couldn't pay, so they slaughtered the village. Even our Sacrificial Spirit was killed in battle," the old man said while weeping. At such an advanced age, his white hair matted with blood and tears, it was heartbreaking and infuriating.

"Wuwu, I hate this..." The old man was experiencing a final burst of energy. After saying this, he immediately failed, and finally, with tears mixed with blood streaming down his face, he became motionless.

In the end, the children left. Looking back, the flames were gradually dying out, and the entire village had turned into ruins, charred and black.

They were in a heavy mood and had no desire to hunt. They rode their Unicorns back to Stone Village as quickly as possible to tell the adults the news.

"Could it be that group of people... the crisis has arrived." The village chief coughed, clutching his chest, thinking of the events from years ago when a group of brothers went out to venture into the world together, only for him to be the only one who survived and escaped back.

"Grandpa Chief, who are these people, and what have they come for?" Little One asked.

"A group of terrifying people, come to... search for a supreme divine treasury," the old man sighed, his face filled with worry as he gazed toward the distant land.

There is a legend in this land that a peerless supreme being once left behind a legacy here, buried within an ancient cave dwelling that recorded their orthodoxy. Throughout the ages, countless people have come searching, only to return empty-handed, but one day, a thunderbolt descended from the nine heavens, shattering a mountain range and revealing a corner of that dwelling.

"We were fortunate, yet also unfortunate." There was sorrow and the weight of time in the eyes of Chief Shi Yunfeng. His dear brothers from back then had all perished, leaving only him to survive, and his heart held endless pain.

"We joined a sect to cultivate Bone Scripts together. For a youth from a small village, my aptitude was considered quite good, and I reached the Cave Heaven Realm. When the thunder from the nine heavens descended, I happened to be out on a trial with a group of brothers and witnessed that cave dwelling."

That was where the disaster began. They unearthed many Bone Scriptures, but they could not break through the true gate of the dwelling and were unable to enter the core area.

The news leaked, and they were subjected to endless pursuit. Various factions took action, all seeking to seize those Bone Scriptures.

"They did not know that while these Bone Scriptures were precious, they were not the true legacy of that dwelling. Pursued all the way, we fled into the depths of the Great Wilderness, with no path to the heavens and no door to the earth."

Shi Yunfeng looked desolate. His group of good brothers died one after another just like that. After enduring untold hardships, only he and one other person managed to escape and survive.

Afterward, when they went to search for those ruins again, they found that the "stars had shifted and the world had changed," as if ten thousand years had passed; nothing remained.

"It must have been the mysterious power of the Bone Scripts that caused that divine treasury to sink deep into the earth and drift away to some unknown location," the chief sighed.

Even so, they were later subjected to endless pursuit. A group of fierce bandits appeared, incredibly powerful, with a Sacrificial Spirit following their ranks, forcing them into a long and arduous escape.

"Later, many things happened. It was only after many years that we shook them off and fled back to Stone Village, wounded."

In the end, he was the only one who survived; the other person passed away shortly after returning to the village.

The chief did not go into detail about the past, but there were certainly hidden secrets and many stories within it. To have evaded those people's pursuit for so many years, he was naturally no simple man.

It was a pity for Shi Yunfeng; his aptitude was originally extraordinary, but his cultivation was interrupted, and after suffering heavy injuries, his cultivation never advanced again, and his physical state grew worse by the day.

"We were struck by a kind of mist before that cave dwelling, which injured our bodies. Later, being pursued caused those strange wounds to worsen, which is why I have been unable to easily use the secret power of the Bone Scripts for so many years."

Shi Yunfeng spoke simply, but one could imagine the immense danger of those years; he brushed over it in a few sentences without discussing it in depth.

"The most powerful faction back then had dozens of bands of fierce bandits under their command, tasked with exploring that supreme treasure land. I feel that they have reappeared now and have never given up the search."

Everyone was astonished. This was the first time the chief had opened his heart to them, revealing the secrets of the past. Although he was concise and did not elaborate, they could feel the tense atmosphere and the terrifying slaughter of those days.

With multiple major factions involved, it must have stirred up a monstrous storm back then.

"I think that supreme land should still be in this region. Even if it sank into the earth and drifted away later, it shouldn't be too far."

That hundred-thousand-mile radius of land was once blood-washed by four great creatures; now, not a blade of grass grows, and there is no sign of life. Trying to venture deep inside to search would surely be incredibly difficult.

However, the reappearance of the fierce bandits meant they might have made new discoveries, and this place would no longer be peaceful.

"Prepare for the worst!" Shi Yunfeng commanded. With the Willow Deity in slumber, if the bandits found this place, they would have to rely on themselves.

"It's a pity that Auntie Green-Scaled Eagle took Ziyun, Dapeng, and Xiao Qing away to train and cultivate. I don't know where they are; otherwise, they would surely be a powerful fighting force," Little One said with regret.

The situation was even more critical than they had anticipated. A few days later, Pi Hou, Huzi, and the others brought back bad news. While riding their Unicorns to scout, they discovered another village six hundred miles away that had been completely blood-washed.

"We found one survivor, but he only lived for half an hour before finally passing away." "He said those people were only demanding original Treasure Bones and precious rare metals; they didn't ask them anything about the land or the mountains."

The children reported. The chief frowned upon hearing this and muttered to himself, "Could I have guessed wrong? Is it not that same group of bandits from back then? But that group also used to plunder black gold."

Half a month later, dust rose on the horizon as a group of people riding fierce beasts appeared, galloping toward Stone Village.

"Not good, prepare for battle!"

The villagers were anxious. Shi Linhu, Shi Feijiao, and the others all held their Dragon-Horn Bows, aiming at the distance. Standing at the village entrance, they watched closely, determined to defend the village to the death.